Designed as a lofi workout an emotional ride showcasing synesthesia crosspollinating very personal universal breakdown

iAlone

Hello 5D

A nebulous anthem for undefinable anxiety.

SHAKE

DOUHEARWHATIHEAR

Clean Titans

art & harmonica by Daelius Light
electric guitar & turntable by Samuel Elijah

Calligraphy Ohm's

And whatever insects are on the patio are going to be fried from the cannabis, DMT, Dragon’s Blood, lavender, & tobacco you just burned as incense.
THUNDER UNDERWATER
“Bloody Blotter”
Original Human Rituals
“It was all written anyway, in the sun: we have been blessed in our blood.”
There was a job to do.
We were each given squares.
We had to be washing machines, & never get jealous.
All the kids were dirty, & needed washed. We put them in the squares and made them seem fun - like swimming pools. We kept our minds on our work. We gave the kids jell-o to keep their minds off the sharks. We told the kids not to go in dark squares. In reality, the sharks were machines we had created; we could never stop working, so only some of our minds could sleep at any one time. We are of sharkmind. The dreamworld was hydraulic darkness; turbines, twisting electronics, saws, razors, piranhas devouring brain tissue, blood pumping in dark water, release. An orgy of delight, actually. Sleep was an ocean that calmly drowned us without question. We were all too happy to sacrifice some squares, thinking we had ultimate control of the map.
We would send our kids off to school, trusting that the world we were submerging them into was guided. After all, we all had squares which we fit into, so nothing could be out of place. Until the Mind-Un-Weavers came, and unstitched our quillwork society. Now our brains are hemorrhaging, tissue-torn.